Now you're all probably shocked that this chapter came out so soon after the other one, but that can be explained very easily…I was bored and I want to kick the plot into gear.
So…yeah, nothing much else here. On to the next episode Let's get things started!
}Episode 8: Revenge is Really Underrated{
So if you watched Rabbit Girl's video, you know what happened next as Jaun'e shield made a bee line for my delicate face. If not, then I bet you will watch it to prove I'm not lying by what came next.
So there I was, screaming my head off as the shield was slowly flying towards me…well…it wasn't actually slowly flying towards me. In reality I only had about a second and a half of reaction time, that's what happens when giant meat heads strike an object with heavy force. But you know how movies and some people seem to claim that in a death defying scenario everything seems to move in slow motion for the person involved? Well they were kinda right.
When faced with death, the brain processes information at such a high speed, it seems as if things are going slower than they are. So yeah, everything was in some sort of slow-mo for me as I entered into a split second version of The Zone when the shield was flung my way.
With my brain processing into overdrive, a million different scenarios played out in my mind almost instantaneously, each and every one trying to figure out the best course of action. And in that tenth of a millisecond, one thought stuck out above the rest.
What Would Keanu Reeves Do?
It may sound random, but The Zone is not to be trifled with. With this thought, the answer became obvious and I did the one thing I could do to avoid decapitation.
I, Chris 'Joker' Sullivan, somehow managed to pull off the Matrix bullet dodge scene to avoid a shield flying towards my face.
I have honestly no clue how I even did it so don't bother asking. I had little to no physical strength thanks to my previous inactive life, and even then I wasn't exactly at my healthiest. One disgusting trash sandwich after months of street living does not an athlete make. I don't even know how I managed stay balanced and not fall on my ass when I bent backwards. What I can tell you is that it is not a comfortable position, AT ALL! If you don't believe me, then go watch Velvet's Video!
So yeah, I somehow managed to avoid the shield via some impossible bullshit as it flew through where my head used to be and imbedded itself into the door I'd come through.
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I ALMOST GOT DECAPITATED BY A SHEILD! A SHIELD! My mind screamed as my heart started doing gymnastics along my ribcage. That sucker was imbedded a good couple inches in, so yes, I'm not exaggerating when I say that it would have cut my head off.
As my mind came back into the regular time zone, I realized how badly my lower back and knees were hurting staying in that Keanu pose. So, with some effort, I grunted and groaned as I brought my upper half to it's more appropriate position. As I did so I found I was receiving, you guessed it, more stares.
The most noticeable one's being Glynda's look of fury, Cardin's look of disappointment (suck it Cardin!), and team JNPR's look of relief (with Nora still being plenty of excited like normal), but the biggest relieved face belonged to Jaune.
Can't really blame him, the fine for your weapon killing a staff member must be huge. That, or jail time, but who knows how this stupid world actually works, I thought as I saw him wipe sweat from his brow.
With everybody giving me more stares that would last a lifetime, I decided to break the awkward silence as I chuckled nervously.
"Hehehehe…good thing I took those extra Yoga classes huh?"
That seemed to snap Glynda out of her fury, which turned to mild rage as she said,
"Mr. Sullivan! Do you have any idea how much danger you just put yourself in for entering a Combat Classroom in the middle of a match!?"
I looked at the impaled shield and then back at her with a blank look.
"Yes… yes I do," I said with a rub of my throat. "But in my defense dumbass over there decided my head looked like a bull's-eye in need of a hole!"
"I highly doubt Mr. Winchester had anything to do with your poorly timed entrance," she said in doubt. "Also, please refrain from insulting the students with such vulgarity."
"It ain't vulgar if it's true! This idiot tried to touch a dust frozen table earlier with his bare hands!" I argued.
"The same table you destroyed with explosive dust not five minutes later?" she countered.
"Well…yeah…but…"
"Mr. Sullivan, you are the adult here so act like it. Or shall I add the door's repair to the deduction in your pay check?" she threatened with a raised eyebrow.
I really wanted to argue, I really did! I know what I saw, and the smug look Cardin was sending me only doubled my belief that the block-head did it on purpose. But I couldn't risk any more attention being drawn on me then there already was. Being known as the crazy janitor who actually stood up to Glynda and tried to beat her in an argument would not help me avoid the plot.
Or maybe it would have. Maybe the students would've avoided the crazy guy who constantly butted heads with the scariest teacher in the school…Crap!
Well that option wasn't even on the board at the time as I was extremely worried about my paycheck, and by extension my ticket out of the slums away from crazy terrorists with fluffy ears and tails.
"Yes Ms. Goodwitch," I grumbled with a heavy sigh.
That seemed to satisfy her, but her stern expression remained.
"Good, now please make yourself useful and retrieve Mr. Arc's shield so that we may continue the match," she ordered.
Grumbling, I turned around and began yanking on the hunk of metal that nearly killed me with all my might. As I said earlier, it was really embedded in there.
Stupid Cardin! I tell you off and make you look stupid just once and you try to kill me!? I expect something like this from one of Salem's goons, not you! Well two can play at that game! I thought bitterly as a mischievous grin crossed my lips.
"Do you require assistance Mr. Sullivan?" asked Glynda in an annoyed tone as all my yanking proved futile.
"I got it, I got it!" I waved her off as I opened the door and grabbed one of the add-ons from my cart. A trusty crowbar.
True it's not standard Janitorial Equipment, but you never know when you need a crowbar in life. Whether to pry your way out of a sealed room, open a treasure chest, or if you need to whack some space zombies attached to scientist heads', a crowbar will always come through in the end!
With such a helpful companion in my hand, my grin doubled as I attacked the problem anew. Some of the students caught my grin, and those who were from the lab table incident or who saw my breakdown at lunch (the hunger one, not the garbage one) all gained looks of unease. Once again Nora proved to be the exception. I dare say her look of excitement only got bigger. Poor nosey Velvet who had seen both lunch incidents continued to record me with awe and trepidation, which is how I even knew what the other students were thinking, because at that moment, I was too involved planning out my revenge to notice them.
Planning a prank on the fly is one of my many talents in the art of messing with others. So much so in fact that it doesn't even require the mental fortitude of The Zone. Of course some (many) would see this talent as either 'annoying' or 'wasteful' but I see it as a way to get back at the jerks and jackasses of the world via the ultimate kind of punishment. Embarrassment!
When I finally liberated the shield from its door prison I accidentally folded it into its skinny form (I hadn't known where the switch for it was) and fumbled with it for a bit. The look of genuine shock brought much enjoyment to my apprehensive audience, so much so that they didn't catch the sly grin that crossed my lips. I knew exactly how I was going to get back at the moron.
After putting my crowbar back on the cart, I headed towards the stage, keeping an annoyed look on my face the entire time. I couldn't let them get suspicious.
As I passed by Cardin I 'accidentally' opened the shield to its full size and 'clumsily' bumped into him. He grunted in annoyance while I mumbled an apology at my 'clumsiness' and others in the class giggled.
I then handed Jaune his shield. He looked like he was going to say something to me, but before he could, I quickly whispered to him,
"Hit Right Knee, kick his ass when it goes off," and I walked back to the door and my cart.
Jaune was rightfully confused at my grammatically incorrect advice, but I only had so much time to get the info across. For you see, I may or may not have snuck a Steam pellet into Cardin's knee guard when I bumped into him.
And before you all start asking, "But Chris, isn't that cheating?" I'll just stop you right there and say, yes. Yes it is. But that little prick deserved it. I figured the best way to get back at him was to hit him where it hurt the most, his pride. What better way than to have the worst fighter in Beacon beat you? No offense to Jaune, I know the kid could kick my scrawny ass without effort, but compared to the other super-powered teens…yeah…On the plus side a victory would also double for improving his confidence.
I hope you follow through and kick his ass kid, I thought to myself as I pushed my cart out the door before closing it. Then I stealthily looked through the door's thin new window to watch the madness unfold safely.
I knew everyone would get suspicious if Cardin suddenly exploded into steam, but since I wasn't in the room anymore, I doubted I'd be the first suspect on their list, at least until I was safely on the other side of the campus.
With me out of the room, Glynda sighed before announcing to the class,
"Well with that distraction out of the way let us continue the match. Mr. Arc and Mr. Winchester assume your combat stances."
Even though I wasn't a fighter and I knew video games didn't count, I could still tell that Jaune's stance was lacking in…well everything. He looked way too stiff and he was wide open all over the place. Cardin wasn't much better, but in his case it was just him being a cocky little douche who was far too relaxed than he should have been.
That's right dick-weed, underestimate your opponent. If my experience in all things action and cheesy pop-culture have taught me anything, it's that you're leading to your own downfall, I thought vindictively.
After a few seconds of Glynda checking their stances (a disappointing look on her face the entire time) she sighed yet again before announcing,
"Right, well you all remember the rules. When the timer goes off you must either fight your opponent till their Aura is in the red or till they are knocked out of the ring. If I believe the fight has gone on too long or it begins to go out of control I will step in to stop it. Are we clear?"
A nervous and cocky nod were all that answered her, and with that she started the timer.
As the ding sounded off, the two fighters clashed…or well clashed in the sense of Jaune trying to attack and Cardin just smacking him around like a dead fish.
This would go on for quite a while. It was actually hard to watch, just seeing Jaune get knock around like he was just yesterday's garbage was brutal.
Come on Jaune! Where's that underdog strength when you need it?!
Thankfully, a certain hyperactive teammate of his shouted at the top of her lungs,
"COME ON JAUNE! BREAK HIS LEGS!"
That seemed to get Jaune's attention as his eyes suddenly widened and he started to stare…right at Cardin's right knee guard.
Yes! Thank you Nora! Now he has the necessary encouragement and information to win like the protagonist he is! I thought in pride as I grinned happily. Glancing her way I saw her continuing to cheer where for some reason Ren was giving her an inquisitive look.
Huh. Wonder why he seems so confused, she says stuff like that all the time. If this pans out, I should do something nice for her. Like make her pancakes…or put a picture of a baby sloth in her locker. Yeah… Less awkwardness involved in that choice, I reasoned as I considered what rumors the White Fang were spreading about me. And baby sloths are adorable, I will fight you if you say otherwise.
As I looked back to Jaune, I thought that I saw Nora look over to the crack in the door with a huge grin on her face. But when I blinked her eyes were back on the fight.
Wait…Does she know the plan? Or am I just seeing things?
Before I could focus too much on that thought, Cardin's annoying laugh turned my attention.
"What's the matter Jauney? Finally giving up?" he taunted mistaking Jaune's tactician face for one of doubt. I on the other hand could all but hear the gears turning in his head as he came up with a plan, which is what he did best. The guy was a leader for a reason after all.
But no one saw what he did next coming. He threw his freaking sword at Cardin!
It was a strange and yet bold tactic that confused practically everyone in the room and myself, and even Cardin was so dumbfounded by it that he didn't even bother to dodge. The sword struck him right in the right knee guard.
"Hell Yeah! Great Shot Kid, One in a Million!" I cheered aloud at how good his aim was.
Cardin on the other just looked at the sword on the ground before laughing.
"Hahaha! What's the matter? Did you actually think that was going to hurt me or som-What the!?" He cut himself off as steam began to steadily rise out of his knee.
Suffice to say, there were audible gasps from those inside.
Huh…I guess the pellet was only cracked by the impact, I thought inquisitively. If that's the case then it's only natural to assume that the dust will begin to build up before it completely explodes. Interesting…
Cardin meanwhile was having a coughing fit.
"*Cough* *Hack* What the hell did you do Arc?!" he yelled as his eyes watered and he started clawing at his knee pad.
"I…Uh…" Jaune stammered before gaining an uncharacteristically stern look. "Let off some steam Cardin."
The whole arena went quiet at that quip as they gave him deadpanned looks. Somewhere in the distance I swore I heard Yang laugh in joy. I myself felt a swell of pride for the blonde haired audience surrogate.
Oh I don't even care if that was out of character! You just referenced Commando of all things! Welcome to the dark side Jaune, we have bad puns and jokes waiting for you to learn…I squeed internally.
As if comedic timing had a mind of its own (which it does) the steam pellet decided that Jaune's pun was its que to go boom as suddenly Cardin was encased entirely in steam.
"But Chris!" I hear you scream. "Isn't steam very hot water vapor?! Isn't that dangerous?!" And to that I say, quit interrupting my damn story with your valid concerns!
Yes steam can be so hot as to cause severe burns on human flesh but…
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Okay, maybe I didn't think about that in my quest for vengeance when, say, a ordinary smoke pellets could have done the same job.
I mean, the steam dust was modified to how saunas and spas used them for their facilities, so I assumed that it wouldn't be hot enough to melt the moron into goo but…
Look, he wasn't screaming in agony or anything so my gamble paid off OK?! I wasn't actively trying to kill the students, and I'd like you to take those accusations elsewhere!
It was just a prank!
I DON'T WORK FOR SALEM!
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Sorry, force of habit.
Back to my PRANK, Jaune realized his chance as he gave a war cry, brought up his shield and charged into the dust like Captain America. A loud meaty thunk then filled the air and Cardin flew out of the cloud and over the edge of the arena where he landed flat on his back, Knocked Out.
Once again silence filled the air, before Team JNPR began whooping up a storm for their leader who came out of the Steam cloud with both his weapons and a confident smirk on his face. The other students applauded along, mostly dumbfounded at this turn of events.
Wiping a tear of joy out of my eye I quickly left the scene of the crime, my chuckles resounding down the hall. Vengeance is pretty awesome sometimes. I totally recommend it.
Of course I didn't get off scot free though. Goodwitch made sure of that. And in handing me down my punishment, she ensured that not only would I not be avoiding the plot, but that I would be conflicted on my feelings towards one of the key players.
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I thankfully had a good few hours before this came about though.
The combat class was one of the last for the day, but a janitor's hours are different than a student's, so I still had to do my trash duty even after everyone else got off.
In that time Velvet had posted not only the two videos of my exploits, but also of Cardin getting his ass kicked by Jaune. I couldn't really blame her, Cardick's the guy who was always tugging on her ears in the show after all, but still that girl works fast. An hour after classes had let out, Jaune's victory video had been seen by practically every student on campus and Cardin had become one of the biggest laughing stocks of the school.
I knew the humiliation would only drive him more into douchiness. Cardin was a bully, once a douche, always a douche, and in order to recover his pride, he would double down. Still it did give others confidence that he wasn't invincible, and for weeks to come, he would be licking his wounds in embarrassment. Plus Jaune seemed a lot happier. The only reason that match didn't become viral was because of my other two aforementioned Crazy Janitor videos.
But yeah, while Cardin was hiding away from his damaged pride with his goons, and Jaune's spine was growing more solid, I was busy doing my actual job not realizing my newfound internet celebrity status. And while I cleaned up an empty classroom, my paranoid mind was harshly berating me for going through with my vengeance.
You Idiot! Jaune wasn't supposed to do anything to Cardin till the Forever Fall Arc! But now he's gone and gotten a confidence boost and won early!
"I know, I know, but I couldn't help it. I hate that meat head's face," I whined aloud as I swept up some chalk dust.
Do you have any idea how much you've changed the plot? What if he and Pyrrha don't have their intense bonding moments because of this? She's supposed to be the one to make him grow as a character!
"Well is that even gonna matter in the long run? That ship does not sail! Stupid Grimdarkness!" I growled dumping the chalk into the trash can.
Don't remind me. And whether that's the case or not, it's how the story is SUPPOSED to go. Think of the Butterfly Effect Man! The Butterfly Effect!
"I got it, I got it! I know I screwed up, but I had a very good reason for it.."
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"Okay so they were very petty and selfish reasons but give me a break! It's not like I can fix this. Anything that would put things back on track would mean helping Douchey McDoucherton, and I'm gonna give a big HELL NO to that plan!"
Ugh! Stupid valid points! Alright, just don't do anything else stupid today.
"What, like argue with myself aloud in an empty classroom like some nutjob?" I asked in annoyance…just as I heard the telltale sound of a Scroll text message.
Looking to the door of the classroom I saw Velvet recording me once again and gritting her teeth in annoyance and shock at her sudden text.
"Oh my god are you serious?!" I yelled as she eeped, and shut the door, bounding away. "I will get a restraining order you little stalker!" I called out after her. Sighing, I put my face into my palms.
Ugh. Today has not been my day. I've got so many people watching me now it's ridiculous. Besides my Bunny Paparazzi, I've got Ozpin and his machinations, Goodwitch because of my incompetence, The Freaking White Fang thinking I'm a Loli-Con, and the list just goes on and on! I bemoaned.
Yeah, I felt pretty low. Also add in all the students who thought I was insane and Cinder Fall and Emerald being my coworkers, and you had a recipe for extreme self-reflection.
Hell, I was still worried about Blake if you can believe it. This was still early in Volume I, so she was most definitely still semi-supportive of The White Fang. I was worried that she felt those Faunus were justified somewhat by the Foxy situation in regards to me.
"Uuuugggghhhh…" I groaned as I laid my head upon my tricked-out cart and let the pressure of my actions build up on my shoulders. I sat there for a long time freaking out about the Butterfly Effect and what sort of unholy terror it would bring upon the world because of some idiotic action on my part, (Which sadly would turn out to be a typical work day for me). My melancholy was simultaneously broken and added onto when everyone's favorite cry of 'Hey! Listen!' started to come from my pocket.
Sighing so hard I could have cracked a rib, I took out my Scroll and read the message. And let me tell you I did not like what it said.
Mr. Sullivan,
See me in my office immediately.
From, Professor Goodwitch
Now to the rest of you this might seem like just a simple, ordinary message that would mean nothing negative in the slightest. But then you have to remember this was Goodwitch that sent the message. I had interfered with one of her classes, and it was only a matter of time before she figured it out. Basically those eleven words were Goodwitch's polite way of saying 'you done messed up, get your ass to my office so I can fire you.'
Well…this is it Chris. Not even a day in and you already got yourself fired. You just had to prank that douche bag and blow up that lab table didn't you!? This is the Wal-Mart incident all over again!
Resigning myself, I stuffed my pockets full of things I could sell when I got kicked out before I wheeled my stinky, hairy, unkempt self towards my fate.
If only that had been the case…
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Goodwitch's office was located in a room across from the elevator leading to Ozpin's.
Makes sense, she is Ozpin's second in command both for the school and for his war with Salem after all, I mused.
Getting there wasn't too much of a hassle either as it was away from the dorms and bullhead docking area, so I didn't have to deal with any students or main characters along the way.
That being said my walk there was nowhere near as relaxing as I made it out to be with the absence of students. The entire way there I had a face of a man on death row, cold, sober, and filled to the brim with dread.
As I approached her office door, I parked my cart off to the side and gulped in dread.
This is it. Time to face her Riding Crop, Whip, Wand Thing of Doom before she suplexes me into the unemployment line. This is probably for the best though, at least now I won't be in the middle of ALL the plot. On the flip side though, now I won't have a safe haven from the White Fang. Man I hope I can somehow sneak a ride to Menagerie before the Fang get me first.
Yeah, you see my back-up plan for if I ever found myself in a dangerous situation in Vale, no matter the circumstance, was to make a break for Menagerie. Out of all the regions of Remnant that one was used the least in the series and was mentioned very little when it was brought up. I figured that it was where the least amount of plot could happen so I'd hide out there till I found some way home…or at least live there in peace.
Heck my original plan when I started working at Ye Old Dust Shop was to save some cash up to move there… But then Ruby showed up, and my inability to hold onto my money for a sustainable period of time got in the way and that plan and sent it down the drain.
Anyway, with a deep breath I opened Goodwitch's door and prepared myself for the worst.
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What I got was a very calm Glynda filling out some papers on her desk. I had honestly thought that I would be entering the layer of a pissed off demon, so I was a little stunned to see how calm she was. My shock wasn't very apparent as Goodwitch just looked up from her work before looking back at it and saying,
"Don't just stand there Mr. Sullivan. Please come in and have a seat."
That snapped me out of my shock as I just nodded dumbly and entered her room. As the door shut behind and I made my way to a chair in front of her desk I decided to look around Goodwitch's office.
It was honestly…pretty average and boring looking. It looked like every vice-principle office in every school ever. Just some bookshelves in the back, a bunch of filing cabinets, some lamps and a few mini-tables and that's about it. The only things of note were her desk which had a picture of someone I didn't recognize on it, and the two windows that sat directly behind her.
Geeze…this place has to be the dullest office I have ever been in. Seriously not a single motivational poster or some school propaganda stuff? Talk about no personality.
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I really hope Goodwitch can't read minds.
With that ingenious thought I sat down in the chair opposite her desk. There were a few awkward minutes of silence as she finished up her papers. Just when I opened my mouth to break that gnawing silence, she spoke up in an eerily calm tone.
"Reckless Handling of Dust, Destruction of School Property, Two Accounts of Student Endangerment, Several accounts of Student Harassment, Disrespectful Conduct Towards Fellow Faculty Members, and Egregious Personal Hygiene..." she listed off before lifting her head and gazing right at me. "Those are just some of the many infractions you have committed at this school on your very first day of employment."
I wanted to speak up on my behalf, mostly for that second to last charge, because I fully acknowledged that I did all the other stuff, but I didn't remember disrespecting any faculty. I wanted to ask her to clarify…but that look she was giving me shut me up.
And let me tell, it was the same look a parent would give a child they were severely disappointed in.
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Not gonna lie, that look kinda hurt. The flashback I got from my own parents didn't help, but luckily before I could go too far down memory lane Goodwitch continued with her lecture.
"Do you know what I would normally do to a person in your situation Mr. Sullivan?"
I have a pretty good idea, let me guess the word your about to say rhymes with dire?
As if reading my thoughts Glynda continued,
"I would have you fired from this campus and have security escort you off the premises post-haste and wipe all records of your involvement with this school from the record."
I couldn't help but wince at how plainly she said that.
Damn that's harsh. I mean I get the whole firing thing but to wipe your record from it!? Does she really have to explain what's gonna happen to me, can't she ju-
"But…"
That sent my thoughts to a screeching halt.
"Taking in your current situation I will have to push the usual solution aside for the time being."
I couldn't keep the bewildered look off my face, and Goodwitch certainly noticed as her voice took on a…sympathetic tone.
"Believe it or not Mr. Sullivan I was once in a similar position as you are when I was younger, so understand that I know it is tough for you to reintegrate back into society and act rationally."
Where the hell is this coming from!? Goodwitch was a hobo!? When the hell did this happen!? Was this even apart of the original back-story or is the time changing thing happening again!? AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN REINTERGATE INTO SOCEITY!?
All these questions went ignored as, well, I didn't exactly voice them since they would sound insane to her. That and I was too shocked to really talk.
Here I was learning something new about a character I thought I understood, and instead of geeking out I was having an internal panic attack wondering if this was canon or not.
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Truly the paranoia of the Butterfly Effect severely messed up my priorities.
As I was having this internal panic Glynda continued on.
"That said, I still disagree that Ozpin should have hired you right on the spot. If anything you should have been given a trial period to work out and avoid these…eccentricities," she then let out a sigh. "But he is in charge, and his word is law. Even if I did fire you I feel as though he would negate it. Once he takes interest in a person, Ozpin hardly lets them go. Especially those he's keen on playing chess with."
I won't bother you with what I was thinking, but let's just say there were a lot of 'shits' and 'Why Me's?' in most of my thoughts during the Ozpin part
"And as such, if you are to continue working at this Academy I cannot allow you to continue with this kind of behavior, so a punishment must be given in order for you to learn."
"P-P-Punishment?" I stammered. "Are you going to take off even more from my paycheck?"
Raising an eyebrow she answered,
"Not quite Mr. Sullivan. You will still be charged for the destroyed lab equipment yes, but the punishment is more of the loss of your independence at this academy."
"Huh?" I dumbly grunted.
"I shall be assigning a senior maintenance staff member to chaperone you as you work. From now until I am satisfied you can properly carry out your duties without being a liability to yourself or others, this colleague of yours will be your partner and immediate superior."
A babysitter? She's giving me a freaking babysitter?! I thought in annoyance and groaned.
Well there goes my self appointed breaks and research time.
"Do not fret so Mr. Sullivan, this option is really for the best considering the alternatives. I dare say it will help you in many regards, the least of all being respectfully working with your fellow Faculty members."
"I…Look, I'm sorry if I upset you Ms. Goodwitch. I usually get along well with co-workers, and I don't actively try to-"
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to Mr. Sullivan, you have done nothing malicious towards my own person today" she cut me off causing me to raise my brow in shock.
"You're not?" I asked. "Then who?"
"Why Professor Fall of course," she responded simply.
For a few good seconds there my mind kind of melted.
"What?!" I gasped out.
"I received a complaint from Ms. Fall this afternoon that upon your arrival this morning you personally insulted her before suspiciously running off into the campus. Now I know you weren't hired at the time, but we still have to adhere to the concerns of our faculty..."
"I What?!" I sputtered as I couldn't believe the words I was hearing.
When the hell did I insult her? I was too scared to do that! And I'm suspicious? Really?!
"I…but…She burned my…I don't…!" I sputtered as I rubbed my shoulder.
"Ah yes, she did mention that. Well it is policy for faculty to escort suspicious individuals to the headmaster, but believe you me Mr. Sullivan, you're lucky you complied and went with her. Cinder takes the safety of Beacon and it's students very seriously."
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ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!
That sentence has no business being uttered by Glynda Goodwitch of all people! And with such a straight face no less! Cinder cares about the students?!
BULLSHIT!
While I mentally screamed and anguished, Glynda continued her spiel, unaware of my screaming brain.
"But I digress. She's been informed of your unique circumstances, and though her temper may be fiery, she's not one to hold a grudge. I'm sure you two will start anew given time and the guidance of your chaperone."
BULLSHIT!
I heard the door to Goodwitch's office open, but I didn't bother to look as my internal screaming took precedence.
"Ah, speaking of which," she said as she stood up from her chair, "Mr. Sullivan, I'd like you to meet your new partner and chaperone. She will be sending me weekly reports of your progress. Until the time in which I see fit to let you work on your own, I hope that you will get along with Ms. Zatanna."
WHAT?! I mentally screamed and turned around. My jaw was damn near to the floor as I saw Emerald in her disguised form smiling at me as she stood in front of Goodwitch's door.
"Hey Starving Man, looks like you're gonna be stuck with me for a while huh?" she chuckled as my brain started to boil. "Just try not to do anything too crazy and you'll be on your own in no time. Easy Peasy Right?"
You know in cartoons how they show a thermometer bursting when a character hits their breaking point and explodes in anger.
"OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FREAKING KIDDING ME! GOD DAMN IT ALL!"
Well let's just say I hit mine.
Oh and I didn't say freaking… .
}End of Episode 8{
Man I just love messing with Chris, it's just too much fun! Oh and look a fan creating a background for Glynda kinda, how original and unexpected!
Anyway, I know I said I'd do a Omake this chapter, but I think the way I'll go about it is when you guys give me suggestions! That's right, either review or pm an idea for a Omake and if I like it enough then I'll write it up and put it up! I'm looking forward to all your ideas so send them in!
Also, I may be a bit scumbaging by saying this, but I did a bit of a retconning. See in the episode 1 I put Chris being stuck in Remnant for 6 months. I have now realized that that is not enough time to do…well I bunch of stuff I wanted to do. So I changed it to be vague as all hell. Sorry about this, but it was a evil that needed to happen in order for this story to be truly great! …Oh look a mob-AHHHHHHH!
*few hours later*
Huff…huff…I think I lost them…sigh.
Anyway, time to call some of you out!
Gravenimage: Thanks! I hope this chapter made you laugh as well!
Prestige Productions: I'm both laughing at this, yet also wondering why you were reading fanfiction during a whale show? I figured you'd be having a whale of a time that you wouldn't be reading fanfiction! …I think I did too much research for Yang's character.
Somas35: Good or evil only one knows the answer! Also who needs food when you have comedy to make you laugh through the starvation!
Bomberguy789: Thanks, and if you have a idea for a Omake send it in!
TheoMidnight: Thanks!
Bwburke94: Dun dun dun!
Also, don't be afraid to send in ideas for the story itself guys, I can always use more ideas!
Anyway, sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes, please let me know of them so I can fix them.
All logic used in this fic is completely head-canon. Also any backgrounds made are purely fanon in some cases. If you don't agree that's okay, it's just how I see things.
Thank you all for following and faving! 10 more till 100 faves and five more follows to add to the count! Thank you all so much for the support
Welp, with that all done this has been LightDusk16 signing off!